A witch's truth

or, thanking our ancestors

I have always seen that at some point the world of science and the world of spirit will meet. A time when they no longer hold positions on opposite ends of a spectrum. A time when what is seen by a clairvoyant will be measured and evidenced by scientific instruments. Where the energy field of a human, energy lines, and grids are all accepted as fact. Where clairvoyance is the norm, and clairsentience is a given.

I don’t know quite how, or quite when, but I know these days are coming.

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Idly scrolling through podcasts today, I came across a neuroscientist speaking about the ‘afterlife’. She is a neuroscientist and former psychiatrist, holding a scientific Doctorate, yet here she was, presenting evidence on the reality of life after death. Navigating heartbreaking grief she had come to the realisation that life does not end with the last breath or beat of the human heart.

The same day, a well-known celebrity revealed his own spiritual awakening on a different podcast. He recounted in detail a time he spent living in the desert, sleeping under a sky so vast it was claustrophobic. He talked of the endless sand, the stillness, the immense starscape, and of a growing awareness that something much greater than himself was behind it. A knowing that became so resolute it filled each and every one of his senses and the very bones of his being. He left for the desert agnostic and returned believer.

Both of these conversations were on mainstream platforms, not known for entertaining ‘woo woo’, and as I thought about these two interviews, I couldn’t help but smile. ‘The time is here’.

My mind then turned to the seers, the herbalists, the midwives, the healers, the prophets, and the wizards that have claimed these very same truths for millennia. I thought about the long lineage of witches that I belong to, and all of our ancestors who have walked through ridicule, condemnation, blasphemy, and death. I thought about their skin branded with burning metal, all the fires lit at the stake, all the ostracising and the accusation, the suffering and the ignoring, the abandonment and ridicule, all for us to arrive here, at a podcast with a neuroscientist bridging worlds by proving the existence of life beyond the physical.

I thought about those that never gave up and never relinquished the truths woven in their veins, knowing or feeling that one day, the world would get to know the same truths. I thought about the sacrifices they made to ensure that the true reality of our multidimensional nature would pass down the generations.

As I listened to the podcasts, I felt such gratitude for the pioneers that had shown the way, and for the truth that was rising.

The witches have always known that we are far, far more than just a human meat suit. And a time is coming, when all will know it.